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April 2011

Don't i deserve to be happy?

All these years, since i was a little child, i’ve been doing my best to make my parents proud of me and make them happy. I never failed, every year in school i was always at the top, one of the smartest ones, the girl who seems to be almost “perfect”, the obedient daughter, and the girl who ‘s afraid to commit mistakes. All the people around me - especially my parents, were all happy and proud, but guess who’s not? Me. Definitely. Well, I am happy with the fact that i’m making my family proud, but then when i’m all alone, i feel..empty. It feels like there is something missing in my life. And in a sudden, i figured out what it really is after meeting this guy that changed everything.

So one day, i was preparing the materials that i need for my biology experiment when our teacher suddenly called our attention. He introduced a new transferee student from a city not so far from us, but that’s all i’ve heard. I wasn’t paying attention to what the new student was saying about his life, since i was too busy checking and completing the materials. Then, i suddenly heard that the chair beside mine was being moved, so i realized that he’s going to occupy that one, and he’s gonna sit next to me. I didn’t care - yet. Cause after a while, i never thought that he would be the one to fill the missing part of my life.  

We became friends. He’s very nice and funny, he makes me laugh all the time. My teachers have noticed that i’m beginning to lose my focus because of talking and laughing with him most of the time so one of my them decided to transfer him in a new seat. I didn’t show any sadness or any kind emotion, but deep inside, i felt really sad. And i guess he was too, so we never stopped communicating since then. We exchanged phone numbers, he sits beside me and my friends during lunch, and he always go to the library just to see me, even though he was never fond of books. From that moment, i caught myself longing for his presence, wanting to talk to him every minute of the day, and wishing he was always there beside me to make me laugh. Every time i see him, i can feel my heart beating like a drum, and that was actually the very first time that i’ve felt that way towards someone. I’ve never felt so happy in my entire life. We had this kind of mutual understanding, but we’re not yet couples.  

But i guess i was too excited about the whole “new” thing. My grades were quite affected and my teachers were not happy about it. They knew what the reason was, so they called my mom, and told her all about the affair that me and this guy have. After hearing this, she bursted out in rage. When i went home, my whole family was waiting, my mom ready to yell at me, my dad, ready to rebuke me, my sister, waiting to curse at me, and at that moment, the unstoppable tears flowing from my gloomy eyes was the only answer that they had from me. That was the first time that my whole family became so much dissapointed of my deeds. They didn’t even listen to me. They were all filled with anger to let me explain. But i have no regrets. I didn’t do anything wrong, after all. All i did was to be happy with someone who makes me feel different from everybody else. A person who makes me laugh real hard, makes me forget all the pressure that the people around throws at me all the time. I know i’m too young to fall in love, but after all those years that i’ve spent doing my best just to make them all proud, don’t i deserve my own happiness? :’(

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I would personally never judge anyones feelings or relationships. much less their personal beliefs and ideas. to each his own,is something I have always believed in. but I have been through enough to form an opinion that I think is rather intelligent and more importantly caring. I do believe that the best way to take on something as complicated as love and a relationship with another human being is to go into it, and through it without definition. we aren't perfect and we all have definitions and expectations even when we don't realize it, so the best we can do is communicate and understand. I don't believe, as much as I would like to, that there is someone out there in life that is 'perfect' for you. because you are not perfect yourself. that means you will always be 'settling' in some way. we all put on a mask in some way, its human nature to do so in order to attract someone. can we take off that mask in time? yes, but then you run into a wall of someones built or re-concieved expectations. I believe that going into a relationship particularly at a young age when you have the experience to even understand these things means that it is indeed likely that most people (such as often featured on your blog) that say 'forever' or 'my best friend' will likely not last forever or always consider that partner their best friend. so it is at times somewhat disconcerning seeing so many young people who are more likely in lust and enjoying simple fun more than truly in love, as they don't really know each other well enough or likely even contain the capacity to do so in the way needed. this makes me out to be a hypocrite in a way, especially if you browse through my own tumblr. but I'm not perfect either and I have at times the same hopes, dreams, definitions, expectations, wonders, feelings and so forth. the one I love, the one I believe is my best friend (hypocritical label right?) is with someone else and many people will say 'well then let go, she wasn't the one for you. well how in the world could one truly know? its faith more than anything. the one I love has always told me that love isn't a feeling, its a reality. I believe that myself, the question is, how dos one recognize that reality when we can be so easily blinded by feelings we often don't understand? its all too complicated for most of us, and thus we spend our entire lives either searching for it or running from it. I'm no different than anyone else, and I certainly don't have a place to judge nor would I, but I thought it important that people who see your blog don't get caught up in this 'simple, encapsulated, greeting card style idea of love' or 'true love' because most of what you post despite being user submitted can easily give this idea and I don't think it will do more good than harm in most cases. particularly with some of the advice you have given people who have asked it. however, I commend you for your blog and wish everyone who has been featured the best of luck in life and love.

Well, I disagree with a lot of this, and a lot of my followers probably do also. So the most we can do is agree to disagree, because whether or not my blog/advice portrays a false idea of love isn’t something that anyone can truthfully say.

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Thank you so much for posting my submission - means a lot to me :) x

You’re welcome. :)

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Beauty & the Beast

This is not a love story. Or maybe it is. It’s my story, so I’m still trying to figure out what it’s really about. 

I was always judged, growing up and to this day-people on the street judge me. This is because I am “beautiful” or “pretty”, but in my own eyes-I don’t see myself in that way. Throughout middle school I was constantly put down by my closest friends, because they felt threatened by my appearance and made making fun of me a hobby. As the first year of high school approached, I grew even more self conscious. While the majority of 13 year olds were having their first taste of alcohol and disobeying their parents for the first time, I stayed home-cooped up in my own resentment for myself. I began to believe that I could be my own worst enemy, and in a lot of ways, I was. By the time high school came around, I was a lonely teenage girl who smiled for the sake of holding up an image that wasn’t true.

I think the first time I stopped believing in love was when my parent’s split up. Yes, so many parent’s go through divorce’s nowadays, but my parent’s divorce was messy. It was awful, the types of thing’s they said to each other after 17 years of marriage. Relatively around the same time, in the summer of Grade 9, my first relationship ended when I discovered he was sleeping with my best friend because I wouldn’t ‘put out’. This was hard to take, not only was I labelled a prude, lost my best friend of 3 years and got hurt by the guy I thought I loved-but I also had to watch my parent’s divorce and my father bring in a stampede of 20-something girlfriends. 

By Sophomore year, I was a wreck. Constant drinking, drug abuse, and hook ups gave me the reputation of-wait for it-a slut. That word is vile, it’s inaccurate and awful, it makes girl’s feel terrible about themselves and boy’s think that they can take advantage of them. I wasn’t even anywhere close to a slut, I hadn’t even had sex like majority of my friends-but because I am considered ‘hot’ and I used drugs and alcohol to appear confident-people made a misconception about me.

By my Junior year I was a depressed, nervous wreck. Luckily, I switched schools. But I barely went to my classes and spent my days in my room-on the internet as an escape. My current group of best friend’s have their ups and downs. Sometimes I can’t bare to live with them, sometimes I can’t bare to live without them. Because of the time I spent by myself, I made food be my way of escape. And slowly, I gained a lot of weight. One day I woke up, looked in the mirror, and started to cry. I wanted love, a boyfriend, someone to kiss my forehead-yet here I was, a fat lump. That was the day everything changed. Slowly, I began to lose weight, I began to feel a little more confident, I went to a party or two. But I still wasn’t the girl I used to be when I partied like crazy and did drugs. I wanted to lose more weight, and then losing weight became a competition with myself. I welcomed a new monster into my life-Bulimia. Sometimes I felt like there were three sides of me, the Bulimic, the Beast and then the Beauty. I rarely saw myself as the Beauty, but in the moments I did, I shined. 

A lot of people think that beautiful girls have it easier. Well, they don’t. Being what is considered by society “beautiful” I am a subject of constant dirty looks from girl’s with their boyfriends, boys to want to have sex with me and leave me in the dust, and everyone to judge me constantly. Often I can’t take it, I hate being stared at-I hate being leered at and laughed at and made bets at. It’s like a constant knife in the heart, having to deal with people’s jealousy or hatred of me based on one silly rumour and the way that I look. I am so much more than just a nice face, long legs and big tits. I deserve so much more. And so does every single girl. 

This is the phase that I would like to call ‘Love’. I did discover love. Regardless of my parent’s divorce, regardless of my friend’s cheating on their boyfriends or their boyfriends cheating on them. I began to love MYSELF. And sure, maybe this blog is about the type of love between two people who’s bond is inseparable. And not only do I admire that but I feel somewhat jealous, because I still doubt I will ever find something truly beautiful like that. 

When you’re broken and weak, people think they can take advantage of you. But struggling through my parent’s divorce, my eating disorder, and my lack of confidence-has made me the person I am. And I LOVE that person, I see myself as for who I am on the inside. And I really truly, admire that girl. 

I think that before you can love anyone else, you have to learn how to love yourself. And you just have to understand everyone goes through difficult periods, that’s just LIFE. There’s nothing wrong with being depressed or hurt. It’s funny how half of my friends, or the people I’ve encountered throughout my life are the typical “barbie dolls” or the “popular girls”. Getting to know these girls is like opening a book full of secrets. Some girls cut, some girls do illicit drugs, some girls hate themselves and some girls just want their parents attention. It’s a cruel world out there, but I believe that once you learn how to love yourself, love will come find you as well.

I’m still learning, and so are you. But just stay strong and don’t be afraid to love <3

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thanks for the co operation, ow and i LOVE your blog :) <3

No problem, and thanks!

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I would like to believe that LDRs with the male being in the service are easier, but I think you're right about them not being so. A lot of men in the military can be very self-conscious and are always doubting their significant other, especially if they have to be gone for a year or more at a time. Because of this, they'll usually resort to cheating just so they have it in their back pocket as payback should they find their girlfriend or whoever did cheat on them. Also, a lot of military men are so desperate for someone to be at home waiting for them that they'll rush into commitments and that is often enough to ruin a relationship. And just because they're around mostly only men, doesn't mean they won't cheat btw. Men have holes too. No matter what kind of LDR it is, there needs to be trust on both sides. That's the point. No LDR is easier than another or more valuable, but they are all ones that need to be taken care of and respected either way.
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losing love.

a little note about love.

Love is the most amazing thing in the world. Love will take your heart and hold it safe and teach it to beat right and be whole even though it’s all in pieces, because that’s how it was made. It was made to take blood in and let blood out, from different chambers to different veins and arteries and vessels - to everything.  You’ll learn to do the same with love. To take it from where it comes, to offer it how you can- to give it and to recieve it; however it is offered to you. 

Love grabs your mind and twists it into confusing jumbles of happiness and new things. It lets you doubt all the cynical thoughts that ever passed through your head and your heart and you’ll think that life is beautiful, that it’s not bad and nothing is ever truly evil in it’s essence.

But before you get to hold on, you’ll lose love. Losing is what teaches you the most about love, and your heart.

Your life changes in a day and you goe from believing only in beauty and good and truth to doubting every smile offered to you. You’ll feel this wrenching feeling that’s not pain,and it’s not misery, it’s just a solving emptiness that makes you feel so much like being sick and tearing at your chest and screaming and crying and sleeping all at the same time.

Don’t lose hope, and do not be afraid.This is love teaching you to lose, to see the ugliness again. Because you can’t see how truly beautiful love and life is without the momentary evil that will always drift around what is  good. You’ll grow more than you ever have, you’ll hurt more than you thought was possible. You’ll learn it’s always different. You’ll realise that the little things matter, but at the end of the day, he’ll love you a different way than she will, or some other he could. Maybe one will hold your hand, and the other will write you a song. One will do both. One will get mad at you when you light a cigarette and they’ll throw your pack away. One will make your bed for you or tuck you in while you sleep. One will refuse to see you until your work is done, and another will want to see you every day.

 Every love will be different. None will be wrong. They will all hurt someday, but all that losing love should teach you to do is to love more, love harder, love in spite of love.

Love Defiantly.

by ceelucky

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False Dream

In 2010 I met a boy. This isn’t a regular boy meets girl story. Anways, I met this boy. He was cool. He had cool kicks, nice syle, and one thing not much people noticed… A cute face. We hit it off. We talked. We played basketball together. We add each other on facebook. Haha. That might not seem much to people. But to me it was. To be honest, I didnt think anything more would happen to us than that. But boy, was I wrong. I found myself getting attached to him. I found myself.. Looking at him from across the room. I found myself looking in the mirror hoping I was good enough. Good enough for what? For HIM. We started to text each other to sleep and whenever I didn’t text back in under 5 minutes, he would BLOW UP my phone. But I didn’t mind it. I was relieved. I was relieved that he actually is caring for ME. Heh. He would even text me when he was going to shower, just so I won’t get worried. He texted me to sleep. I didn’t even ask him to. He just did. And I ended up ALWAYS falling asleep beofre HIM. I don’t know how, but whenever I wake up there’s always ONE text…

“Good morning :)”

I ended up falling for him. I felt like he was the only one supporting me in this forsaken world. I felt SAFE whenver I was with him. HE was.. I wish I could use the word, “MINE”. But that’s not what happened later on. I would blush every time I saw him. i mean, EVERY single time. He was going to ask me out. He didn’t, even though he knew what I felt for him. I can remmber the first time he saw me in a dress. It was Graduation day. He just wore what he wore everyday… A sick shirt with some Skinny Jeans. I was wearing a japenese cherry blossom print robe over the dress. I didn’t want to take it off. Maybe because I didn’t want to see him in THAT dress. I wanted him to see me in my WEDDING dress. But, eventually before I went on stage, I took off that robe. Then I looked at him. He looked like, a “a blind man looking at the sun for the first time.” I loved it. I loved how I caught him staring. I loved how he would look away if I look at him. But I wished I took a picture with him. My sister wanted him and me to have a picture. I denied. But when HE was getting HIS diploma she snapped a picture of him. Wasn’t very high quality. But it was the only pic I had of him. That and the yearbook…

FLASHFORWARD

Every single girl likes you. I DON’T like it. We BARELY talk anymore. We barely make contact with each other. We don’t even speak on facebook much. But yet…..

I still have feelings for you…

by rahrahgagaisabel

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I love your blog, but my time is rough at the moment because something depressing happened. I'm going re-follow you when I feeling better.

Okay. Hope you feel better soon!

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Stage 1: Meeting

We acknowledge each other, or at least you did, but never talked the first day. The next day, I remember skipping class to hang out with my best guy friend (white boi)lol Anthony because my heart was broken from a previous relationship and I just need a getaway from school. LOL anyways, when I met you all I was thinking was he’s my cousin’s age and I remember seeing him before. Who would’ve thought that someone like you would’ve been interested in me, until a few minutes later? You became energetic and quite flirty I would say, out of nowhere inviting me to road trip and do things with you and your friends. Though I turned down the offer, I was surprised that you asked permission for my number and started talking instantly.

Stage 2: The Chase

It wasn’t long until people noticed that we had a thing for each other. We started hanging out with each other every day, you would pick me up from school every day, stay on the phone til the next morning until someone woke up, sneak out with you til morning though I was a pansy and fell asleep on your lap because it was passed my “bedtime”. Haha. But nonetheless you were always a gentleman and never disrespected my space. Already, you were treating me like a princess, I admit, I loved being chased. (;

Stage 3: Honeymoon

It didn’t take long til we started falling for each other. Whether others knew it or not, we knew what we had between us. Not gonna lie, there were struggles along the way. But one way or another we couldn’t stay away. We got so used to each other, it was weird without. I remember that night, we were distant over some situation, and you held me, look me straight in the eye, reassured me, and all I could do was nod. Pahah and you took it the wrong way!! But it’s okay.

Stage 4: Comfortable

Then as we got that out the way, we got very comfortable; we might have gotten really comfortable at a early stage in our relationship. But it wasn’t bad. We would sometimes get under each others skin and push each other away. We didn’t know any better at this stage.

Stage 5: Tolerance

We started to get even more under each others skin and we let other people get in between us. You kept pushing me away and one of us would always come back all though I was always the one waiting. I tolerated it all through all our struggles, til it came down to the very last straw.

Stage 6: Downhill

Now there are two parts to this stage, the beginning of our relationship and in between our relationship. In the beginning, it was at our worst where we weren’t always completely honest or was holding things back from each other. It caused us to depart many times and someone else would get into the picture. It just played out that way, only we know the real reasons why. We drifted for weeks or even a few months, but always stayed on each other’s mind no matter how much we didn’t want to. Soon we hit Stage 7 and became strangers.

Back to Stage 2: The Chase

As soon as I stopped trying completely, you began to notice. I called you to talk about some court stuff I had to do, because you used to be the person who handled all my problems. You didn’t pick up so I went to another person. You called me back and I told you I got my question answered. I remember the chick you were with then, and it didn’t take long til later that night, I got a text. You asked if it was too late. To be completely honest, the entire time I wasn’t trying, I was just lying to keep myself to stay away. But I couldn’t deny it then and tell you: No, it’s not. The next thing I knew, the chick “moved out” of your house. lol. After that, our real story began until this very day.

Skipping to Stage 3: Honeymoon

Our relationship was at its best during that time. We couldn’t be any more grateful and happier to be with each other again and we were inseparable. I noticed that you had a different state of mind as we jumped back into this relationship. We loved each other.

Stage 5 & 6: Tolerance & Downhill (continued)

We soon got annoyed and started to push each other away. But this time was different. We would not let people get in between us but we let our “what if’s”, fears, and insecurities get in the way. It wasn’t surprising knowing that we are jumping into this relationship again with stronger feelings, so of course the past was going to make some type of affect. And it caused us to go HALFWAY down hill. We would argue every day. Though sometimes we just wanted to be civil, we couldn’t help ourselves but to be impatient and argue. Even then we still wouldn’t want to be away from each other. Because in the end, neither of us wanted to be apart. It was a different level we were on and I’m grateful because, then you were willing to talk things out every time rather than just assuming or holding things back and just push away. We were learning from each other and you grew into a man with great changes.

 

BACK AGAIN, Stage 3: Honeymoon

We learned to be patient, compromise, and talk things out. We learned that there is no one that can get in between us anymore. We loved each other and we didn’t let stupid things come between us. We let the past go and living day by day being grateful that we still have each other. We all know that we’ve been through hell and back, maybe more than others will realize. But who cares, cause it’s our story. We learned and proved to each other that through everything, we would always stick by each other. We have hit a serious stage in our relationship, and there’s no turning back now. Family, friends, and all have also learned to accept us, though some were worried about our past. We both have sacrificed so much for each other, and you’re more than what any girl can ask for. I’m so blessed that you have never ever treated a girl better, because you treat me more than effing wonderful beyond anyone’s expectations. I wake up every morning happy that I get to see your face, or that I still get those butterflies when I’m missing you. Sometimes I wonder “How the hell did we get this far?!” and just stare at you wanting to bite your face off because I love you so much. It might be weird how much we are still giddy for each other and can’t get enough of each other, but hey it will never get old. This is not even half of what we’ve been through. This is still only the beginning and I just can’t wait for the rest of our lives. We have a beautiful relationship and I promise to never lose hope<3

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PLEASE REBLOG!! if you're in London or will be going soon PLEASE READ!

fateandfaith:

Okay so this might sound a little crazy, but I really need help!  A few weeks ago while in Boston, MA on a business trip, someone stole my luggage right out of the back of my vehicle - yes, the day i got there, yes i cried, and yes it was one of the most frustrating things EVER.  In the luggage was a pair of earrings my mom bought me while she was in London last year.  She was so pleased & i was so proud of her for venturing out on her own & doing all the shopping & converting of money without help.  (She’s 55, raised my sister & i as a single mom and sacraficed a lot of “fun” stuff for us.  she FINALLY did something for HER!)  Purchasing them meant a lot to her, so it broke my heart to lose them.

So here’s where i need your help.  I am looking for someone honest, trusting, trustworthy, reliable, and is willing to do me a HUGE favor.  these earrings came from Argentis Jewellery in Victoria Station and i really want to replace them.  It would be amazing if i could find someone willing to buy me a new pair (ithink they were 54 pounds) & mail them to me in the US.  We can exchange money by Paypal or, this is where the trust part comes in, trust that i will mail you the money (i’ll even try to send it in the currency you need!) at the same time you mail me the earrings.  we can do send confirmations & tracking numbers, the whole bit!  my mom also bought my sister a pair that are similar, so i have a picture i can send you & let you know what was different about mine.

If you’re going to be in London in the near furture, live there, or know someone who would be willing to help a girl out please let me know, reblog, give someone my tumblr address!

Thanks for reading, everyone!

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Fucked up love story, STARRING Prince Charming...

So there’s this boy.. He’s the most fucking amazing guy I’ve ever met, because even after all the shit life has thrown his way, he’s still going. He hasn’t given up. I wish I could say our story had a happy ending, but most likely.. It won’t. But, hey, who knows? I’d rather him be happy with someone else than stay… whatever we are, and not be. He’s hurt me, A LOT. It’s the first time I’ve experienced the real pain heartbreak can cause.. It makes you feel like you’re dying even when you’re perfectly fine. All the memories swelling up inside your head, every kiss, that first “I love you”, EVERYTHING. He’s the first guy to ever make me cry, and trust me, I’ve had some pretty shitty relationships. Anyway, I love this boy to the farthest galaxys and BACK. I’d do anything for him in a heartbeat.. Here’s the letter I wrote to him tonight;

I’m always going to have a soft spot in my heart for you. No matter how much you don’t care, or what you do. But, that doesn’t mean that just because I’m always there for you, that you can take me for granted… If we’re not in each others lives, just.. Everytime you look up into the night sky, and see the stars and moon promise me you’ll think of me. Promise me you’ll think of me whenever you hear my song “Sunshine”.. Ever since I met you, it’s like no one else can compare. NO ONE has ever made me feel like you do.. I feel so safe in your arms, so happy like it’s where I belong. Kissing you makes all the stress melt away. It makes me feel strong on my weakest days, happy on my saddest. I try so hard for you, to be whatever you need, to make you laugh and smile, to ALWAYS be there for you. To make you feel specil, like you matter, cause YOU DO, GOT IT? For that one person that hurts you so much just remember there’s 10 more that care about you, Nicky bear. For all those days that seem dreary and dark, when you feel like you’ve had enough.. There’s always some sort of sunshine, love. If there isn’t, just know it’s behind those clouds waitin’ to shine on you. I can’t imagine you NOT being there. You deserve better than those suicidal thoughts.. You will be something great someday, I know it. Just DON’T GIVE UP. You are the person I’ll do anything for, remember that. I’m scared to tell you how I really feel about ou, or do something like tell you “I love you with all my heart, forever and always” because if you leave again I wanna believe that you didn’t know how much you mean to me.. I also don’t want to scare you off.  I know I don’t mean as much to you as you do to me. I wish I did.. I love you soooo much, it hurts.  I love you to the farthest galaxies and BACK. NEVER forget that. I doubt we’ll ever be anything other than memories.. Just know I will never forget you. I hope you never forget me or regret me. I hope there isn’t even a chance to forget me. Everytime I’m ohso stressed and breaking down, I just wanna lay in your arms and forget the world. Just forget it, fall asleep next you, and wake up to your smile. Seeing you smile, it makes ME smile, just knowing you’re near me makes me feel better about everything. I love you. I need you.. OK? This is me SPILLING my heart out to you. Take it or leave it.. The fact is, I love you, more than I’ve ever loved ANYONE in my entire life.. When I say “I love you” I mean you make me happier than anyone can, you make me the happiest girl in the world.. But, you can also make my heart ache, and make me feel like I’m dying. You’re so freaking amazing.. Loveable, funny, sweet, cute as can be, handsome, sexy, bright, strong (emotionally, and physically), caring, and talented. So many more I could name, sunshine.. Never forget that. STOP putting yourself down all the time. Please.. “Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let the pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place.”

Just know, no matter what happen between us, even if you’re a world away, you’ll ALWAYS have a friend in me, sweetheart.  I love you, Nicky bear. You’re my Prince Charming. You’re swiper. You’re my dork in tin foil. My loser. My love.


Don’t let anyone call you Nicky Bear. (Except me, of course)

Love always and forever,
Mairwen.
P.S. I hope you always find a reason to smile..

That’s the end of the letter. He means so much to me. I don’t know what I’ll do if the court sends him to prison tomorrow </3

by rainbowtears123

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Hi! Thanks for posting my post on the day of our monthsary. THANK YOU SO MUCH. It made him soo happy. :)

No problem! :)

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Hi! Thank you so much for publishing my post. I was planning to surprise him. :) Thank you! I love your blog. :)

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The Beauty of Love

The Beauty of Love

Love is one of those things that simply cannot be captured with words. But I’ll give it a try.
It starts slowly.
You see her and you catch your breath as something inside you clicks.
And as the old cliché mandates, the world stops as you lock eyes.
You don’t truly understand what is happening, but there’s something inside you building.
Is it the gleam in her eye?
The heart stopping smile?
You are simply taken back to your days of infancy when she is around.
And it is beautiful.
Months pass.
And you begin to understand.
This woman is no longer, “just another woman”.
You go out of your way for her.
You are connecting with her in truly unfamiliar ways.
You spend some of the happiest moments of your life with her.
You love her.
And it is beautiful.
Years pass.
There are certain facts that begin to pop into your head.
The fact that everyday you see her, you’re just as happy as you were the first time.
The fact that no matter what happens, you know that you’ll still have her.
The fact that you know, within your heart, there is simply no one else.
The fact that even through your qualms, you can come out smiling.
That you love her.
Forever.
And it is beautiful.
Both of you begin to realize that marriage is the next step.
That to truly cement your love, there is only one thing left to be done.
He awkwardly fell to a knee.
She cheerfully shouted with glee.
And it was beautiful.
Now here we are.
Gathered to view this momentous occasion.
And none of us are on your minds.
None of us can shatter this moment.
You only think of the time stopping moment you saw her.
The dinners and nights spent together.
Meeting her parents, meeting his parents.
Family parties.
The shadows of those moments are behind you now.
Those moments that are encased in the most beautiful museum around.
Those moments encased within your heart.
And in a few moments when you say “I do”.
The world will stop again.
Because just as it was when you met, something new is beginning.
Something lovely.
Something amazing.
Something… beautiful.

                                                                                            

Backstory: Within my family, I had been known as “The Writer”. As such, a few months before her wedding, my cousin approached me about writing something to be read at said wedding. At the time, I joked about waiting until the day of the wedding to finally go ahead and write it. Known for being a procrastinator, we all shared a laugh and it was a good time. Fast forward to the day of the wedding and you find me staring at a blank screen, progressively becoming more and more panicked. My procrastination apparently hit pretty strong. As I scrambled for ideas, I told myself to calm down and write. I hit a goldmine of inspiration when I told myself to think about my girlfriend and how I would feel if we ever were to get married. A few short hours later, I had a finished product and was ready to read it at their wedding. I nervously read it aloud (shaky hands, damn youuu) and will forever pride myself at being the one to start the groom’s tears. This was little less than a year ago, and I still remember what the pastor said. “Never have I seen such a young man who knows so much about love.” I don’t know if he was simply being nice, or if he truly meant it, but I will always remember that behind the scenes, the poem was for my girlfriend. I love you, babe.

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I'm not bisexual myself but my sister thinks that she might be. To be honest I didn't know how I would react before, but I love her as she is still and have no problem with it. I was brought up to have a stigma against homosexuality, bisexuality and all that, and I'm glad I didn't listen. Love encompasses all, and something like gender shouldn't stop it. I'm going to try to support her as best I can as she tries to figure it all out. I hope she knows I love her.

Let her know how much you will support her. She’ll need all the support she can get. I admire you so much for being there for her. <3

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'Forever' is indeed a finite amount of time. most people do not truly understand this. also falling out of love, can be just as confusing at times as falling in love, thus a person can be sure that they have fallen out of love and haven't, or a person can feel that they have fallen in love with someone else and may have not really done so. things such as lust, desire, longing, unknown and many other things can drive a person to feel a certain way or make them believe they feel a certain way, when they are confusing it for something else. or they can genuinely fall in love with someone else while still being in love with you. but in time they may realize that they love you in a way they will never love anyone else, etc, etc. I could go on all day with a million different situations. what I am getting at is that the individual doesn't always understand their own emotions at times, and we place so many labels such as 'forever', 'best friend', 'true love', etc on our feelings without ever being able to truly know any of these things, or more importantly our definitions of these things can change as we grow and change. we are too complex to ever be able to fit into the labels we usually put on ourselves and our feelings. you want know if someone is your 'true love'? don't define it. if you are with someone without definition of any kind for the rest of your life, till the day you pass, and they stand beside you every step of the way and love you every step of the way, even during times you are unsure you love them anymore. then I think you could call them your 'true love' the moment you pass. they were there with you till the end. a person can be that and you may not even be with them in a relationship. yours and everyones definitions are far to simple to accurately encompass 'love'. much less an idea of 'true love.' however, your blog is nice as it gives hope and faith and there couldn't be enough of that in the world.

You’re right. People often don’t know their own feelings.

However, no one has the right to judge someone else’s relationship. If a boy and a girl who are fourteen years old post something here saying they last forever after dating for two months, who’s to say they won’t? Who are we to judge? 

Also, my or anyone’s definition of love is neither simple nor complicated. Love can not be defined by anyone. It’s not meant to be put into words. It’s a very, very complicated and simple feeling.

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If you would be so kind,

your-love-is-magical:

My boyfriend & I are 5,000 miles apart. If you would be so kind as to click the ad on my blog to help us buy a plane ticket. We would deeply appreciate it.

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can you help me spread the word of something? my dad is trying to get votes to help raise money for a trail that he goes four wheeling on i know that this isnt your forte but i would really appreciate it. if you could post a something on your blog with the link telling your followers to please vote for the Dusy-Ershim OHV Route and taht they can vote as much as they want it would be much appreciated. can you also let them know it doesnt end till may 31 and to keep voting? :) here is the link http://bfgoodrichtrails2011.outdoorhub.com/index.php?id=1
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If I were to submit a picture, how long would it take to be posted?

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I don't want to unfollow you… but I am having boyfriend problems at the moment and everything you post just reminds me of him… I will eventually re follow you because I love the stories you post I just thought I'd let you know that I am not unfollowing you because I don't like you page I love it… I'm just going through a hard time with some one I LOVE so I am sorry… hope to re follow you again sooner than I think… <3 xoxo

Take as long as you’d like. <3

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My best friend is the reason why I believe in fairy tales, in magic, in love. I met A five years ago, in our Freshman year in high school and we didn’t have the most idealistic friendship at first, but time took its toll on us. There was something about him that made me want to stay, and I am glad I did. When I broke up with my first boyfriend, he appeared at the bottom of the staircase I walked down right after I had my heart broken. A let me cry on his shoulder for an hour, telling me what a “tool” my ex was, and how everything was going to be okay. As a fifteen year old girl, you need someone to tell you that. 

During the last two years of high school, everything changed. You can’t expect things to remain the same, especially when it comes to high school. The rest of Sophomore year passed, and A began dating N, one of my closest friends at the time. A few months passes and her parents forbid her from dating him, because he had less money than they did. N kept dating A despite what her parents thought, but because their meetings were secret, they were less frequent. That meant that A and I spent more time together that summer than he did with N

A and I spent our time going on mischievous adventures, racing cars and losing ourselves in conversations that lasted until the sun rose. At that point in time, I saw him as the older brother I had always wanted as a young girl, the one that would kick any guy’s ass that broke my heart. I was happy, for once in my life everything seemed perfect. However, perfection can only last so long. Winter 2009, N decided that she did not want to continue her friendship with me, nor did she want her boyfriend to. I did not understand at first, and my best girlfriend, C, informed me that it was because she was jealous of the close relationship I had with A. I could sympathize with their relationship. Honestly, I could. Sneaking around in secret for almost 2 years must have been exhausting, and only being able to see each other a couple hours a week at most was hard to keep a relationship going. C also told me that N thought that I was in love with A, which, at the time, I thought was absurd. I had never thought of him romantically, and was afraid of losing my best friend to her above everything else. My fears were subsided, when A and I became even closer. Whenever my name was brought up in a conversation between him and N, she would throw a hissy fit. He would defend me, and she would go ballistic, but he remained my friend and she remained his girlfriend. 

A couple of months later in late spring, a month or so before graduation, I had a sudden epiphany. I was in C’s car with her, in the parking lot of a bank, on the way to go shopping, when Taylor Swift’s You Belong With Me poured out of the car speakers, and tears began to fall from my eyes. C just held me as I told her repeatedly that I was in love with A and I had been so stupid, through all the sobs. She told me that she knew all along, and that she was waiting until I admitted it to myself to talk to me about it. 

After that day, I swore I would not tell him how I feel, at least not at this point in our lives. Graduation came and went, so did that summer. It was an amazing summer, filled with starry nights, bonfires, and promises. I was afraid when summer came to an end, afraid that I would lose him, afraid that the separation would weaken our friendship. I was proved wrong, when we became closer than we have ever been. I often drive to visit him at school and we see each other when we are home on weekends. A is my best friend, and we have our tiffs, but if we have survived for this long, I have hope that we’ll survive for many more years to come. 

We’re barely twenty and he is still with N. We have gotten even closer since college has started, and he is one of the most important parts of my life. I love him, and I want him to be with me, of course, but more than anything I just want him to be happy. He is an amazing person, one of the best that I’ve had the pleasure of meeting and he is going to do extraordinary things with his life. We are both so young, and have long, winding paths to travel ahead of us. I want to live my live, to experience, to laugh, to enjoy. I want him by my side, whether it be as my best friend or my lover. We have time to figure out if we are meant to be so much more, what I dream about, but for now, it is not our time. I will let that defining moment come on its own, and live as best friends until then. In your life, there will always be that one person who touches your heart forever, and A is mine. He has changed me for the better in so many ways, and I will always love him for that, no matter what the future may bring. 

Until then,

S

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I just had a question.. Do you think love is a one time thing, with one certin person? Or do you think someone can fall in and out of love?

Definitely not a one time thing! It’s absolutely possible to fall in and out of love many times. :)

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As they sat there watching the end of the movie, Josh wondered why almost all romantic movies end in a kiss. He thinks it’s too cliche and wonders for a moment if this movie will have a different ending. But he knows it won’t, he’s seen it about a million times with Laura. They watch it together every time she’s upset. As he sat on the couch pretending to pay attention to the movie, he goes through the story she told him earlier again, Laura and her boyfriend were fighting, like always. And he stopped answering her texts and calls, that’s when she called Josh. As he blew a piece of his messy blonde hair away from his eyes, Josh glanced over at Laura. They had been friends since middle school, he felt proud for a moment knowing they are still friends after all these years, in college together. She was his best friend, and he was hers as well. Coming back from his thoughts, he watched as laura’s eyes began to swell up with tears. He looked back at the tv and saw that her favorite part was on, “do you think our love can make miracles?” the old woman asked. The old man answered, “I think our love can do whatever we want it to do.” Josh felt relieved he had already missed the kiss, too cliche, he thought again. As the camera zoomed out, he looked at Laura again, out of the corner of his eye so she wouldn’t notice, she had her hand on her cheek, she does that whenever she’s upset, he thought to himself. Then she brushed a couple stray strands of her long,brown hair out of her face. Josh wasn’t expecting to hear any noises other than the tv so when Laura began speaking he felt a bit startled. “I wish someone would love me like that..” she whispered. Josh’s heart sank as he looked away. He wanted so badly to remove the space between himself and Laura, he wanted to put his arm around her and hold her and tell her how much he loved her, he wanted to tell her that he loved her like that, even more probably. But Josh knew better, he knew that as much as laura fought with her douchebag boyfriend, she still loved him. He thought, she would never have feelings for him, they were just friends. Thats all they ever were and thats all theyd ever be. And that was that, he told himself. Josh got up to clear his head, and told Laura he was going to the bathroom. As he walked away he felt his heart breaking in two, knowing how badly he wished his story would end in a kiss for once. He would give anything to have a cliche ending with laura. He kept walking to the bathroom, trying terribly to not look back. And laura with a tear in her eye looked up and watched him walk away, thinking about how desperately she wished he hadn’t, how much she wished she could lay her head on his shoulder, because when she does that, and he strokes her hair, all her troubles go away. And they both wished and wished, but neither of them said anything, they just kept to themselves, thinking the other would never feel the same way. 

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